Page 92 of Spotlight
“Always the charmer.”
“It’s true though.”
Her gaze bores into me as if she’s deciding whether or not she believes me. Then she sets my shirt down and removes hers.
Her pale skin is smooth and only covered by the lacy, black bra that dips low and pushes her tits up.
Whatever expression she sees on my face must reassure her because a playful smirk dances across her lips, and she hooks one finger under the waistband of my jeans to pull me back to her.
I wrap my arms around her back and crush her to me. Our tongues tangle and taste, only stopping for the occasional nip of a bottom lip or to catch our breaths.
When we’re both panting, I drop my forehead against hers.
“I like you.”
Her body shakes with a quiet laugh. “Oh yeah?”
“So fucking much.”
“I like you too in case that wasn’t obvious by the way I can’t stop touching you.” Her nails rake down my bare chest. “I can’t get over the muscles in your stomach. I didn’t even know we had that many.”
I want to touch her too, but I’m not sure I trust myself to keep taking this as slowly as she needs. Instead, my mouth finds hers again. Time seems to stand still, like nothing else matters right now but the two of us.
Her phone rings out from the end of the counter. We both freeze and turn to stare at it.
“I’m so sorry,” she says as she leans to grab it. “I have to check in case it’s Greer.”
“Yeah, of course.” I let out a slow breath and step away from her as she answers the phone.
“Hello?” She sounds a hell of a lot calmer than I feel.
I back up all the way to the other counter and lean against it as I try to pull myself together. I’m strung tight, muscles clenched, heart racing, brain foggy. This girl has me spinning.
“Sorry about that,” she says as she sets the phone back on the counter.
I blink away some of the haze. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah.” A tight, quiet chuckle leaves her lips. “Gigi wanted to know if it was okay for Greer to go on a hike with Grandpa tomorrow morning.”
The corner of my mouth hitches up. I still can’t believe Earl is her grandfather. I can see the resemblance though.
“It sounds like they’re good with her.”
“Yeah. The best. I don’t know what I would have done without them. They help a lot. My sister too.” She places both hands on the counter, bracing herself, shoulders lifted. “Anyway.”
“I get the sense you don’t let people help you.”
“That obvious?”
I nod. “They love you. And Greer. You both deserve to have people like that. Who will jump in and lighten the load. It doesn’t say anything about your ability as a mom. Actually, no—it does, but not in the way you think.”
“What does it say?” she asks.
“That they think you’re doing an amazing job and think you could use a break occasionally. People don’t generally offer to help out someone they deem unworthy.”
“I guess that’s true.” She smiles then wrinkles her nose. “I still don’t like it.”
“Of course not.”
